After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Chapter 330

Death is an eternal topic that humans have to face once they realize the existence of this phenomenon.

Biologists use various data and experiments to explain that death is part of the natural cycle and an integral part of maintaining the Earth's ecology; philosophers use a wide range of viewpoints in various dialectical thoughts to demonstrate the significance of individual physiological and spiritual death.

Religion believes that death is not the end, but reincarnation.

The literary and artistic world gives death a poetic quality.

Everyone has a different view of what death really is at every stage.

Lao Qian is in his prime and he feels that death is still far away from him. He only thinks about this issue occasionally.

He is a free and easy person. Whenever his friends chat with him and say that if he doesn't get married and have children now, there will be no one to take care of him in his old age and he will be bullied if he goes to a nursing home, he will just laugh and say.

When that time really comes, I will just die and not drag anyone down.

In fact, he really thought so, and this idea had existed for many years. Many people had advised him, but he didn't take it seriously.

But after reading this story, he suddenly started thinking.

If that time really comes, will I be able to die calmly without any regrets?

Lao Qian had no answer.

The lifestyle habits that he has maintained for many years will not produce significant changes in a short period of time. He needs time to slowly find the answers.

But there was one thing he was sure of.

This book is really good.

Wrapping this serious and heavy theme in the cloak of a fairy tale, the book uses simple and interesting words to tell young readers about the regrets between life and death.

Strictly speaking, the wording used in this article is somewhat repetitive and wordy.

Like the last part.

Keep saying I'm going, I'm already gone, I really am gone.

But if you put yourself in the shoes of a little boy who hasn't grown up yet, everything makes so much sense.

This is a story about a minor exploring the meaning of life after death, telling readers to seize every minute and every second to feel love and cherish what they should cherish.

Don't regret the wrong choices you made when it's too late.

Never let the sun go down on you.

The straightforward and simple words contain indescribable deep affection.

Lao Qian thinks this is a fairy tale that should be read by people of all ages.

It will heal many people and also make many people change their attitudes towards death, indirectly determining how they choose to treat life.

It’s really a good book!

Old Qian couldn't help but sigh again.

But why did Xiao Lu suddenly write such a book? Did something happen to him?

Literary writers have always had wild and imaginative ideas, but their minds are delicate and sensitive. A book that deeply explores death is definitely not something that was thought up on the spur of the moment.

There are two main characters in the story, and the little deer looking for its mother is obviously a miniature of Lu Qingfeng himself.

Lao Qian began to think deeply.

Everyone knows about the young writer's family misfortune, and Lao Qian understands it a little better than others.

When he handed over his work to Yang Xiuxiu, he asked some specific questions.

Although Yang Xiuxiu didn't elaborate, he could guess a little based on some online revelations.

After Lu Qingfeng's parents divorced, he was awarded to his father. However, because his father did not fulfill his responsibilities as a parent, little Lu must have missed his mother very much at that time.

Even this mother is incompetent.

But in that situation, even the slightest bit of good qualities of the mother that we had together in the past will be magnified infinitely, and then missed.

That is the only motivation for survival that people imagine when they have no one to rely on.

He needed to give himself some hope.

The little deer in the story might be the former Lu Qingfeng.

When Lao Qian thought of this, he wanted to send him a message.

But when I looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

But because of the book, he was not sleepy now, so he decided to read the story again.

By the way, check for typos and omissions, and consider typesetting, illustrations and other actual publishing work.

With two best-selling publications, Lu Qingfeng naturally no longer needs to serialize in magazines to accumulate popularity, and he is qualified to publish a book directly.

It was around four in the morning when I finished watching it for the second time.

Finally feeling sleepy, Old Qian took a short nap and then got up.

After washing his face with cold water, he changed his clothes, took his laptop and hurried to the hotel where Wang Weimin was.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

After knocking several times, the door finally opened. Wang Weimin, with drunken eyes and the stink of alcohol on his body, looked at him in confusion.

Lao Qian ignored all this and just pushed the door open and walked in.

"What are you doing?"

"I have a new manuscript and want to talk to you about it."

"Old Qian, please act like a human being. You dragged me here yesterday to stop me from drinking, and today you're not at work, yet you come here early in the morning to talk to me about work. Who is the editor-in-chief between us?"

"Ouch"

Wang Weimin entered the bathroom and heard the sound of vomiting.

After a while, the sound of flushing was heard. The editor-in-chief of "Children's Literature", who had been exhausted and looked like a mess, came out with a wet face, and finally looked much more energetic.

"I want something to eat."

"Read this article first, and I'll give you some."

Lao Qian pushed him to sit on the chair, turned on the computer and placed it in front of him, then dialed the hotel front desk number.

It seemed that Wang Weimin had no choice.

Ask while watching.

"You called my wife yesterday and said I was drinking with you and couldn't go back?"

Lao Qian grabbed the microphone and spoke.

Finally remembered what I forgot yesterday.

Wang Weimin didn't hear the answer and turned his head to look over.

"You didn't fight?"

Old Qian nodded, and Wang Weimin was completely confused.

"When I was about to call yesterday, you said you would help me explain this matter. Now you tell me you didn't call, Lao Qian, this is not the way you do things."

He didn't even have time to read the manuscript and was in a hurry to get his phone.

As expected, a bunch of missed calls.

After fighting back and giving a heartfelt explanation, he finally managed to appease his wife.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Lao Qian said from the side.

"You're not married, so you don't understand. Respect and tolerance in marriage are mutual. My wife sacrifices herself to take care of our family and parents, so I must give her a full sense of security."

Wang Weimin sat down again and read the article.

Old Qian seemed to be lost in thought, recalling some events from his adult life.

These things were buried deep in his heart, but today, because of Lu Qingfeng's manuscript and the interaction between Wang Weimin and his wife, they were brought up again.

When people reach a certain age, they always keep saying words full of uncertainty like "if", "if only", "that might have", etc., as if this can make up for the regrets of the past.

But if you didn’t have the courage to seize the opportunity in the past, there will not be a chance to make up for it as in the story.

There is no point in talking about regret after losing something.

Lao Qian has a deeper understanding of this story.